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resonantThe circle of gossip and power-mongering at work is expanding to the point where I'm finding it difficult to stay out of it. (See the Christians, and how they love one another.) I have a cold that's making me both uncomfortable and stupid. And some jerk threw a half-eaten Ho-Ho through my car window while I was working.
I don't suppose any of y'all have wonderful smut in progress that you'd like to share a little nugget of?
I don't suppose any of y'all have wonderful smut in progress that you'd like to share a little nugget of?
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Date: 3/24/10 01:01 am (UTC)Anyway, I can paste in that sex scene if you like, though I did share it with the
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Date: 3/24/10 01:03 am (UTC)Like the one where John and Rodney are paperclips: http://archiveofourown.org/works/43924
The one where Ford makes assumptions that leads to a delightful John and Rodney conversation: http://archiveofourown.org/works/73254
This is a delightful "The Philadelphia Story" fic that I like a lot: http://archiveofourown.org/works/34014
An interesting "Breakfast Club" slash story: http://archiveofourown.org/works/33661
And one of my favorite due South stories ever: http://archiveofourown.org/works/46336
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Date: 3/24/10 01:57 am (UTC)***
"Do you need me to tell you what to do?" Adam's hand on his cheek kept Kris from hiding his face. He knew that Adam saw the flash of longing that he couldn't hide. Adam leaned close, brushed his lips over Kris' jaw. When Kris let out his breath in a shuddery rush, Adam let go of his chin and soothed his hand down Kris' chest. He rested it right over the place where Kris' heart was racing madly. "Get out of the car," he said.
Kris got out.
For a brief moment he wondered if Adam was going to leave him there, standing in the dirt and staring at the ocean. Then Adam opened the driver's side door, set one huge boot on the ground and stood up, and Kris' heartbeat kicked up another notch. He watched Adam round the back of the car and come stalking up into Kris' space. He couldn't help but fall back a step, and then another when Adam kept coming, nudging him with his hips and chest until he was pressed against the mustang and couldn't move back another step.
Adam stopped when he was close enough that Kris could feel the heat of his skin and each breath he took was enough to close the gap. Kris tilted his head back so he could see Adam's face, but the dim light made it hard to read the expression there. There was a tension in his mouth and jaw that was different from his usual easy smile and suddenly he seemed like a dangerous stranger, like one of those men his mama had warned about.
Adrenaline thrilled through Kris until he thought Adam might be able to see the jackrabbit heartbeat in his neck. He tilted his head just slightly, inviting Adam to see how much he wanted this. He watched Adam's eyes fall to the line of his throat, and saw the quick flash of tongue as Adam licked his bottom lip. The few freckles on Adam's lip gleamed wetly after his tongue passed over them. The sight tugged at something in Kris' belly, and he wanted badly to chase Adam's taste across the tiny, wet patch of skin.
Adam leaned in to rest his hands on the warm metal beside Kris' hips, forcing Kris to bend back slightly, metal frame digging into his ribs. He was abruptly aware of the difference in their size. Bracketed by Adam's arms, trapped against the car, he knew that he couldn't get away even if he wanted to.
Kris twitched his hand, intending to touch Adam's face, his mouth. He'd barely formed the thought, much less made a real movement, before Adam had him pinned. The suddenness of it, the heat of Adam's fingers against the thin skin of his wrists, the ferocity in his gaze, all of it startled a groan out of Kris. He arched into Adam's grip, head dropping back.
"Oh, baby, " Adam breathed against his neck, "you were made for this." Kris trembled, flexing his wrists just to feel Adam's fingers tighten.
"Be good," Adam said.
Kris nodded, dumbly. Adam waited, face still brushing Kris' skin, until Kris choked out, "I'll be good. I promise," and Adam pressed a tiny kiss to his neck.
"I know you will," Adam said, pride evident in his voice. Then, confusingly, he let go. Kris watched Adam kneel down, knees spread wide so Kris was standing between them.
"Oh," Kris said, softly, and immediately felt dumb. It wasn't like they didn't have blowjobs in Arkansas, just. Somehow he hadn't pictured Adam on his knees and the reality of it left him breathless. Adam smiled up at him, looking delighted and slightly wicked and so much like Adam that Kris huffed a quick laugh. Something about that look settled him. Desire still lit him up, but he didn't feel like he'd crawl out of his skin any more.
He'd been hard since the first time they'd taken a corner on two wheels, and now his dick was pressed tightly against his zipper. Kris shifted his weight, trying to adjust himself without actually taking his hands off the car where Adam had placed them. Adam dropped his gaze to follow the movement. He leaned close enough that Kris could feel his breath through the denim, and then he drew in a deep breath. Eyes half-closed, breathing in Kris' scent, he looked unbelievably sexy. He inhaled again and made a sort of deep growling sound of satisfaction.
Kris shivered, and Adam responded by touching just the tip of his tongue to Kris' belt buckle. He shuddered, hips thrusting into the touch without conscious intent. Adam glanced up through his lashes, looking smug.
"Open your pants," he said, voice gravelly. Kris' fingers shook when he moved to comply. Adam wasn't helping, nosing his wrist and licking lightly at his fingers.
Kris panted for breath by the time he finally managed to pop the button and tug the zipper down. He hooked his thumbs in the sagging waistband, and then paused, waiting. Adam's answering smile made his chest swell with pride.
"Yeah," Adam nodded against Kris' belly, nipping at the line of hair just under his navel. "Take yourself out."
"Jesus," Kris shoved his jeans down. He managed to drag his boxers down on only one side and ended up doing an awkward shimmy while trying to free himself from the tangle of fabric.
Adam grinned up at him, his eyes crinkled at the corner. "Nice moves," he said.
"Shut up," Kris said, grinning back sheepishly. He could feel the tips of his ears burn with embarrassment.
"No, I like it," Adam said, brightly. "You had a good hip-swivel going there for a minute. Very hot." He was using the same voice he used with interviewers who asked especially stupid questions, and Kris snorted. He tried to be offended, but he couldn't work himself up to it.
"Whatever, I saw that bouncing thing you did for the promo," he said, and Adam laughed.
"Jealousy is not a good look for you, Allen," he said, and the casual teasing was so familiar that Kris had a dizzying moment of deja vu. It could have been any night from the past eight months, except for the nakedness and sex. That was definitely new.
He took a breath, had a snappy reply all ready to go, but he lost both when Adam wrapped a hand around his dick and took him in.
Kris wasn't usually a hair-puller, Katy trained him out of that first thing. He didn't mean to, didn't even know when he'd shoved his hands into Adam's hair. At some point between the teasing and the first hot, wet slide of Adam's tongue along his shaft he'd gotten a good grip. Adam hummed the first time he gave an accidental tug, so he kept doing it, tugging and pulling to guide Adam's movements.
Adam held Kris' hips so tightly that Kris was sure he'd leave twin bruises in the shape of thumbprints right under his hip bones. His fingers pressed into the sides of Kris' buttocks, where they pressed hard each time the muscle flexed. Adam started moving him, pulling him in and pushing him back. He controlled the pace and the depth, and Kris shivered and let him.
Adam kept the pace slow and easy for a long time. Kris was so lost in the feeling that it took him a while to realize that Adam was keeping time with the sound of the waves. He sucked Kris into his throat, and the hiss of water breaking against rock was a soft counterpoint to Kris' shout. Adam pulled back to lick at the head of his dick. The muscles in his belly tightened in response as he twisted in Adam's grip. He tasted salt with each panted breath, but he couldn't tell if it was from the ocean or the sweat of his exertion. Kris' thighs shook at each pass of Adam's tongue. He was getting close.
Adam took him all the way in, nose pressed up against Kris' belly. Kris threw his head back and gasped. He tugged on Adam's hair, trying to warn him, but Adam didn't care. He hummed in answer, the sound sending sparks up Kris' nerves. It was overwhelming, and every muscle in his body seized up. Adam hummed again, and Kris went up on his toes. He tugged again, breath coming ragged and sharp, but Adam just dragged his hand down and back until he pressed up hard behind Kris' balls. Kris arched, head and shoulders braced on the hood. He shoved himself up as far as he could, rocking into Adam's warm, wet mouth, and finally shook apart.
Adam held him up and kept sucking until Kris finally sagged bonelessly against the car. He pulled back then and pressed a kiss to the pale skin of Kris' belly.
Kris could barely keep his eyes open, and fine tremors still shook the muscles in his arms and legs. Adam made no move to stand, just leaned back on his heels as he casually licked at a spot of come that was caught at the corner of his mouth. His hair stuck up in crazy tufts where Kris had been pulling on it. A streak of eyeliner was smeared from the corner of one lid to his temple.
Kris reached out to smooth Adam's hair back into place. He couldn't find words for what he was feeling . It was too big to be described. He shrugged, unable to stop smiling. His cheeks burned a little from the stretch and he was certain it looked every bit as goofy as it felt. He struggled to find something to say, and finally settled on, "Wow."
Adam beamed back. "Good." He knelt up to lick his way into Kris' mouth. It wasn't like Kris was used to kissing. The angle was different, Adam's mouth was wider than Katy's, and he was more aggressive about it. Kris was used to keeping things gentle but Adam wasn't trying to be careful at all. He used his teeth, tugged on Kris' lip, and then sucked on the spot to soothe the hurt. Everything was a little rough and so good. Kris tasted himself on Adam's tongue and he groaned into the kiss.
He needed Adam's body holding him down, keeping him grounded. He tugged mindlessly at Adam's shirt until Adam finally hauled it up and over his head. Adam tossed it carelessly onto the dirt, and then surged up to his feet, crowding Kris against the car. Kris wrapped his arms around Adam's shoulders, pressing himself as tightly as he could against Adam's naked chest. He tucked his face into the curve of Adam's neck and just breathed in the warm scent of him.
It still wasn't close enough. He tried to wrap his leg around Adam's waist but his jeans, still shoved down to mid-thigh, bit into his skin before he'd gotten too far. "Shit," Kris groaned, rolling his forehead against Adam's shoulder in frustration.
"Hey," Adam said, sounding as out of breath as Kris felt. "Relax." He slid one hand up until he could palm the back of Kris' neck.
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Date: 3/24/10 02:01 am (UTC)Sleeping with Severus Snape, really sleeping, was difficult. It wasn't the snoring or talking in his sleep.
It was the possessive gestures Remus couldn't tolerate. Severus kept touching him, all night.
He was hard again, and couldn't sleep. Severus was on the pillow behind him, possibly awake, possibly dozing, absently scratching Remus on his back and shoulders. Remus was so hard he wanted to cry. Finally he whispered, "I'm awake."
"You mean you're up," Severus said.
"You're doing it on purpose!"
Severus chuckled, and the sound went straight to Remus' cock. "Doing what?"
Remus turned over to look him in the face. "You tease." He fit his palms over the tops of Severus' shoulders, and pushed him onto his back.
He could feel Severus' erection answering his through the thin fabric of his pyjama bottoms as he humped against them.
Severus slid his hands over Remus' buttocks, pushing his underwear down. "Do you want to fuck me?"
Remus was annoyed that the sound he made in response was too animal, too wolfish, too much like a whine or a growl. He bent his head to Severus' neck and licked there. Then he parted the long thighs to lie between them.
"You spelled off my pyjamas," Severus said.
"Terribly sorry," Remus said. The skin of Severus' belly felt deliciously warm under the head of Remus' cock. He had his hand under Severus' balls, one of his favorite places to touch. Severus was still gently scratching him, stroking his shoulder blades, the small of his back, his arse, both hands playing over his back. Wherever those hands touched his skin, he felt warmed, sensation blooming all over him. He ran his fingers from the perineum downward, teasing the soft flesh with his middle finger, and then letting it slip inside. One thing about having sex so often--Severus was ready for him.
Severus had reached down and was lubing Remus' prick. He pulled Remus forward and lifting his hips high, guided him in. "Hello, sailor," he said, looking right into Remus' eyes. "Give it to me hard."
"Oh, I will," Remus said. He pulled Severus' legs up, so that they braced each other, and thrust home.
Severus grunted. "Uh," he said. "You--"
"Don't--" Remus grunted. He rocked in a little harder. Severus' eyes shut and his lips parted. "I--" He was pounding in, now, as hard as he could, to try to make Severus come first. Severus was taking it, head thrown back, ecstatic, flushed.
"I'm going to come," Severus said, and that was too much, but Remus had to keep fucking him. He thrust in again, it was tight, Severus was groaning, his cock was spurting, untouched, and Remus groaned too.
"Oh," he said, "Oh God, oh," and came.
He was still pulsing and panting, leaning against Severus' body. They would soon be cemented together by come, he'd need to pull out. He leaned forward to kiss, and Severus said, "Sorry."
"Why?" They kissed again.
"I woke you up to fuck me. You always get hard when I scratch your back."
"I know," Remus said. "I love the way you touch me."
"If you want to stay here--"
"I'd still be a werewolf."
"I'd stay with you."
"I'm that good a fuck, I am."
"Yes," Severus said.
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Date: 3/24/10 02:35 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 3/24/10 02:39 am (UTC)I have an SGA team/humor thing with some slash in it, but it's still in my head. It's been there for a couple of weeks. I write it (in my head) when work makes me want to curl up and quietly expire, because it makes me laugh and laugh, but, then, I'm easy. Possibly I will write it down. Not right now, though--I have more work to do (and, therefore, more mental writing. *tries not to expire*)
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Date: 3/24/10 02:46 am (UTC)Jack makes more of a production of it, but he still gets out of his clothes faster than the Doctor. He runs his hands up the Doctor's bare chest. "Double vascular system?"
"Yes." Voice suddenly tight, end of story. And Jack gives him a look like that's not nearly the end, but he just says. "Mmm. That ought to be good for staying power." And he pushes the Doctor's trousers down and follows them, drops to his knees, and she only gets a glimpse of the Doctor's cock before Jack swallows it down.
After a moment Jack pulls off and pushes the Doctor back onto the bed. He lands there beside Rose, and she presses against his side-- naked, skin like anyone's skin and she honestly can't remember if humans are that cool-- and holds his hand while Jack sucks him off, slowly and expertly, and she will have to get him to teach her that. Advantages you don't think about to this whole flexibility thing. The Doctor babbles, praising Jack extravagantly, interspersed with "Rose, you're going to love this. I told he had a gorgeous mouth."
He stops babbling when he starts shaking with need. Jack eases off, his hand following his mouth up and down the Doctor's cock. "How long do you need to recover? If you come now, can you still fuck me with this? Tonight?"
"Just the once? Easy," and Rose has no idea if that's bragging or not. And now his whole body is trembling, and he looks at her like he's lost, like he's in way over his head. And she hopes he's not-- if he is, they all are; but maybe if they all are, it's not so bad-- and she squeezes his hand and looks into his eyes, and he comes.
It almost feels more intimate, to lie here and watch him come, than to be the one to make it happen; Rose lays her head on his chest and listens, and Jack was right-- two heartbeats, both racing, both slowing down, slower and finally too slow, way too slow. But then he opens his eyes and grins at them both and says "Rose's turn."
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Date: 3/24/10 03:07 am (UTC)T'husband had an unopened candybar in the car last fall, and left his window down while he went inside. Came out and saw that the wrapper (in the car) was all that was left. He felt pretty bad about the idea that someone walking down the street had reached in, taken the candy *and* left him the trash. At least, until a neighbor came out, and said he'd seen it all.
It wasn't a person. The squirrel who lived in the tree he'd parked beside had jumped into the car, eaten the candy, and jumped out again. Somehow that made all the difference between a bad day and a better one. (The squirrel seemed uninterested in other candy, but he's definitely got a thing for 3 Musketeers bars.)
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Date: 3/24/10 03:18 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 3/24/10 03:20 am (UTC)I'm amazed that you can still do anything with something you started in 2005. My stories start to solidify and can't be worked with at all.
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Date: 3/24/10 03:23 am (UTC)I have a few in-my-head stories going, but they tend to get so self-indulgent that I can't even enjoy them.
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Date: 3/24/10 03:23 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 3/24/10 03:25 am (UTC)We had some little tiny pumpkins (smaller than apples) on the porch for Halloween, and I was very angry when someone stole them, but then we found one of them flung off under the shrubbery with toothmarks all over it and figured out it must have been squirrels.
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Date: 3/24/10 04:16 am (UTC)All my stories are self-indulgent, but I love them anyway. I love them because they are self-indulgent, actually. SOMEBODY needs to indulge me, dammit.
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Date: 3/24/10 12:57 pm (UTC)*blink*
That's a great way to look at it. I'm so stealing that justification.
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Date: 3/24/10 01:01 pm (UTC)And I wish I could find a way to rehabilitate this fic; it was basically an extended PWP with no theme except "Jack and Rose and the Doctor are in love! OT3! Puppies and rainbows!", but the show went on before I finished it to a place where puppies-and-rainbows fic was just too painful to write, and I never did find another thematic hook :-/.
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Date: 3/24/10 02:21 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 3/24/10 11:25 pm (UTC)Always!
a day late and a dollar short, but...
Date: 3/25/10 04:14 am (UTC)------
When he'd woken up, more sober, later in the night, Jackson had been asleep, and getting up and calling a taxi to get home had seemed like a hassle at the time, a disturbance, and Cam wasn't really awake enough for all that. He'd stripped down to his underwear and slid under the top blanket next to Jackson and gone back to sleep, and still had not once considered having sex with him.
In the morning, he'd woken up while Jackson was in the shower, and the thought of waiting until the bathroom was free hadn't really occurred to him. The bathroom door was open, anyway, and Jackson had left a folded hand towel and disposable razor on the edge of the sink. It was a guy thing; they showered and shaved and pissed in each other's presence all the time on the job. It didn't feel strange to avail himself of Jackson's bathroom.
Then Jackson had slid open the shower door, and for a moment, Cam was startled by the steamy wet naked raw male bulk of him: startled in a way he'd never experienced before in group showers. But Jackson hadn't seemed surprised, and Cam made room at the sink, and they shaved together, cramped and awkward, Cam becoming more and more aware of Jackson's warm naked steamy body, and Jackson more and more crowding his personal space. Until there was a moment, the moment when, Cam supposed, he'd become suddenly gay, or metrosexual. He'd reached to wipe another track through the fogged mirror, and Jackson had cut himself. Cam mumbled "sorry" and looked at the tiny red dot on Jackson's cheek through the streaky mirror, and Jackson's reflected eyes met his. All of it -- the steam, the heat, the awkward awareness -- was disturbing, so Cam turned and was face-to-face with Jackson, who unexpectedly touched Cam's chin, wiping away a smudge of soap with his thumb.
It was odd, but nothing more than odd. Cam said, "Thanks." Jackson smiled. Cam smiled back, and he didn't think it was a smile that said Please put your hand on my butt, but he could've been wrong because that's exactly what Jackson did next. Cupped his butt with one hand, too steady to be called groping. Steady and confident, and where that confidence could've come from, Cam had no idea, except that, apparently, it wasn't for nothing because Cam didn't pull away, didn't walk away, didn't run. He pressed closer. Plastic razors clattered into the sink. Jackson's hand slid lower and under Cam's underwear to rest on a bare butt-cheek. That's when Cam realized he had his hands kind of hovering in the air around Jackson, and since he was letting Jackson cop a feel, he figured he might as well cop one back.
So he laid his hands on Jackson's ass, figuring he'd immediately lift them up again and say, "Whoa, there," or something like that, and then they'd laugh and shake their heads or whatever it was guys with near-gay experiences did when the moment had passed. But he liked how Jackson felt, and didn't lift his hands, and it was all downhill after that. Jackson stripped him, then dicks were involved, and there were some crashing crude embraces to get flesh as close to flesh as possible, and somehow they ended up in the shower, so cramped and crushed together it didn't seem possible they could actually do anything there. But it was. In fact, it was possible to go from zero to sixty in there, because Cam ended up pressed against the tiles with Jackson's fingers slicking lube inside him, and watched a condom wrapper fall to the tub.
Ended up with Jackson's dick up his ass, which hurt like holy hell until it felt so incredibly, amazingly good that Cam was pounding on the tiles with his fists and actually saying stuff like "yes, yes, god, yes" and was even hard when it was over. Jackson came and withdrew, and Cam was shaking, throbbing, dizzy, maybe a little nauseous, but just for a moment. Jackson's hand, slippery with something, slid around and grasped his dick while Jackson crouched behind him and put his mouth, his tongue, where his dick had just been. Something Cam in a million years never thought he'd find erotic, but at that moment, hell yes. Jackson licked him and jerked him off, and Cam pounded on the tiles because he was exploding all over, everywhere, until really it was just one place and he came all over the tiles in Jackson's shower.
Jackson turned on the water a few moments later and they rinsed off under a lukewarm stream of varying pressure, Jackson spreading soap over him in an oddly solicitous, polite manner, as if this were something he routinely did for people: bathe them. Bathe them after fucking them... Cam didn't know how to react to it all. He kept wavering between wanting to turn around and give Jackson a hard kiss and wanting to get the hell away from there, and neither option seemed like the best choice. He dried off with the towel Jackson handed him, and pulled his underwear on when Jackson left him alone.
In the bedroom, Jackson sat on the bed, half-dressed, wiping his glasses with a little cloth. Cam came in and picked up his clothes, efficiently shrugging into his shirt while pulling on his jeans. Jackson put on his glasses and said, "I didn't expect that to happen."
Cam paused before putting on his shoes. "Uh, me neither." He glanced over, taking his first real look at Jackson since they'd been at the sink, shaving together. Jackson looked up at him.
"Okay?" he asked.
Cam nodded. "Sure. Yeah."
Jackson smiled faintly, in a way that would have looked insincere had there not been a hint of sadness about it. Cam reached over and patted his shoulder. "I'm okay," he said, and Jackson very gently ran the back of his hand along Cam's forearm.
And that was the moment when Cam genuinely wanted to kiss him -- but didn't -- and started thinking of him as Daniel.
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Date: 3/25/10 07:07 am (UTC)Torchwood, Jack/Ianto first time
Date: 3/25/10 06:44 pm (UTC)Jack added another megawatt to his smile, walking to stand beside the desk and picking up his coffee, taking a single swig, never breaking eye contact. He was blocking Ianto's exit. Not that Ianto could have trusted his legs to carry him anywhere, right now. For better or worse, he'd wanted this for weeks. He'd envisioned a dozen ways it might go, each more detailed than the last. His body felt weak with anticipation.
Jack swallowed, then set the cup back on the tray and advanced on him. Ianto swallowed with him. There were no words, and even if there had been, they would have stuck in his dry mouth. He'd had to provoke him, coax him, push a little to bring everything between them to the surface - but now Jack was quite clearly aroused and could do the talking for both of them.
To be honest, it had taken very little coaxing.
"You were saying some very interesting things, earlier," Jack said softly, stopping right in front of him and tilting his head. He picked up Ianto's tie near the knot, and smoothed his thumb and forefinger thoughtfully down it. It shone against his skin, and Ianto's throat felt thick. "Anything you wanted to add?"
"Not especially," Ianto said lightly. He cleared his throat.
"Did you bring your, ah, stopwatch?' Jack asked, raising one suggestive eyebrow.
"Always at the ready," Ianto said, flashing it at him. It was still ticking from earlier; it said ten minutes, twenty-five seconds. Had he really only been in here twenty-five seconds? It felt like minutes. Many minutes. A multitude. God, he was starting to sweat, the back of his neck prickling. He clicked the stopwatch off.
"That's what I like about you. Resourceful," Jack was saying, and took the watch out of Ianto's hand, putting it on the coffee tray behind him, still without breaking eye contact. He wet his lips, then quirked that smile again, probably noticing Ianto blink and refocus, gazing up at him. "Hidden depths of, ah, resources."
"I do my best, I..." Ianto said, his voice trailing off as Jack lifted one finger and stilled it on Ianto's lower lip. The brush of sensation made Ianto's eyelids flutter for a moment, and he thought he made a small noise, somewhere in his chest.
Jack's eyes blazed briefly. He cupped the back of Ianto's head with one warm hand and pushed him bodily back against the filing cabinet, his mouth finding Ianto's and then pausing, infuriatingly close. "You want this," Jack said, and Ianto could almost feel his lips moving, could almost taste him--
"Please," Ianto managed; fuck, was that his voice?
Jack kissed him, deft and sweet, and Ianto's mind went blank. He responded and it was like a sunrise in his brain. This was it, this-- oh, yes. His eyes fell closed against his will, and his breathing came in stutters. Jack felt insanely good, all wet heat and agile intent, his tongue pressing into Ianto's mouth just enough to tease. Ianto's hands moved instinctively to Jack's hips, pulling him closer. *God*, yes. As good as he'd imagined. The suggestive slide of Jack's tongue was making his head spin; he couldn't even make himself consider looking for observers.
"Ianto," Jack mumbled, against his mouth, almost a sigh.
Ianto mumbled a reply, "Yes, sir," just to feel Jack's tightening hold on him. He was expecting an objection to calling him sir, but Jack just groaned and pressed him back against the filing cabinet. He kissed him deeply, his right hand skimming over Ianto's face. Apparently, being called sir actually made Jack's day.
Ianto filed that away, as he did with every such fragment of information, even as he tilted his head back to feel the drag of Jack's fingertips across his cheek. Jack growled into his mouth, his hand changing course and sliding down Ianto's body, groping blindly as Jack's hips pressed forwards, beginning to grind. There was a fearsome energy to him, like an addict coming off the wagon; Ianto felt like Jack was drinking him in, losing himself utterly. Even though that was the whole point, Ianto hadn't reckoned on how much it would turn *him* on, being the focus of all that pent-up energy, regardless of risk.
Risk, though. "Are you sure," Ianto managed, between increasingly hard kisses, "that this... um..."
Jack's hand swept over his stomach and pushed down between them, cupping Ianto's cock through his trousers. "Oh, I'm sure," Jack breathed, and redoubled what seemed to be an attempt to kiss Ianto into oblivion.
"You don't want," Ianto tried again - even as his hips shoved forwards against the firmness of Jack's shifting grip, the levels of his desire ratcheting up, notch by notch, until he felt like he was flying with it, leaving the awful dead weight of the day's events far, far behind - "to take a, a rain check, do you? What with the others outside..."
"Now that," Jack told him, panting against his cheek, then zeroing back in on his mouth, "would be no fun at all."
He was moving with decisive speed. Before Ianto could catalogue the movement enough to anticipate where it was going, Jack had worked his hand back up between their stomachs and flicked open - or possibly off - the button on Ianto's waistband, shoving his hand inside.
Fuck, Ianto thought succinctly. Jack's fingers felt cool as they curled tightly around his cock, and Ianto was suddenly struggling to control a whole *range* of noises. He welcomed Jack's mouth back against his own, muffling him as Jack started to stroke, because that, God, *God*. His cock was in Jack's hand, his *cock*, Jack's incredibly mobile and absolutely fucking brilliant *hand*. It warm already, not to mention so fucking hot, every tug filling his closed eyes with bursts of light.
Ianto moved his head restlessly against Jack's palm, going with it, as always, going with whatever Jack wanted, letting him set the pace and loving every frantic minute of it. Jack was kissing him desperately now, and as Ianto kissed back and *felt* Jack moan, a feeling like euphoria shot through his chest.
It was real, fuck, *this* was *real*. Beyond the glances and the jokes was - well, he wasn't kidding himself, he knew Jack tried it on with most things with a pulse and not a few robots - but he was here now, hand in Ianto's pants, coaxing him swiftly towards a state of near-total pleasure. Ianto was sweating and it was cramped and the filing cabinet was hard and on the other side of that wall were his *team*, but it didn't matter because he was going to come soon, he could feel it building, his heart hammering in his ears as the very air he was breathing seemed to get richer. He began to tingle all over, sucking haphazardly on Jack's tongue, spots flashing before his eyes, and a voice from somewhere deep and rusty in his brain told him to locate a paper bag, stat.
"Oh, God," he gasped, breaking off from the kiss and gasping deeply, grabbing at Jack's shoulders as his knees momentarily buckled.
Jack sped up, stroking him furiously, pressing his damp forehead against Ianto's and whispering, "Yeah, yeah, that's right," as Ianto screwed his face up and panted through his teeth, fingers closing against Jack's braces, against the rigid muscles of his shoulders.
"God, I want to fuck you," Jack added, with a new hardness in his voice, and Ianto shuddered helplessly, thrusting into the tight hot grip of his hand. "Turn you round, brace you against this filling cabinet and fuck your ass until you beg me to let you come - have you ever done that? What do you think, would you let me do that to you?"
"Yeah," Ianto panted, imagining it, his hands flat on the grey metal, arching his back, Jack pushing into him from behind. "God, yes."
"You've been fucked before?" Jack asked, and his voice, fuck, his voice saying things like that made Ianto fear wildly for his mutinous knees. "Or you'd let me--"
"*Both*," Ianto ground out, and he was going to come soon, and if Jack said one more word on the subject he was going to come right fucking *now*.
"Good," Jack said shortly, and kissed him hard, twisting his hand, and Ianto buckled like he was in pain and came all over Jack's smart, pale shirt. The only sound he could hear was Jack laughing breathlessly, proudly, the noise weaving in and out of the frenetic pounding in his temples.
He wound his arms weakly around Jack's shoulders and Jack held him. As he came round, Ianto realised dazedly that Jack's hips were still moving gently, pushing rhythmically, and that Jack wanted to fuck him, in his office, and Heaven help him but Ianto would do anything Jack asked right now. He'd probably even get it up again, given a minute or three. Two, he amended, as Jack let go of him to strip off his shirt, standing before him with his crisp white vest, braces askew, every inch the freshly despoiled officer.
"Where do you want me?" Ianto asked, still breathless, and Jack made a low noise in his throat and put both hands on Ianto's shoulders.
"Right here," he said, and Ianto thought *this is absurd, he meant it, he's going to fuck me up against a _filing cabinet_*, and then Jack was saying, in an urgent undertone, up against Ianto's ear, "I need you to suck me, Ianto, please, I need you to suck me *right now*."
He pressed down on Ianto's shoulders as Ianto blinked at him, starting, "I thought you were going to--" and Jack pushed harder on his shoulders, almost shoving him to his knees, feverishly pulling at his belt and muttering,
"With that lot outside? No way - when I fuck you I wanna be able to hear you moan."
Ianto got his balance on his knees, one hand wrapped around the back of Jack's thigh, feeling it tremble. His head was spinning; he was grateful for the hard floor. Jack was running his fingers over Ianto's face, holding out his cock for him and whispering, "Please, Ianto, suck me," and Ianto stopped trying to think and just bent his head, opening his mouth and taking him inside by way of reply.
He heard Jack inhale sharply, and Jack's hands settled on his head, gentle but getting firmer as Jack started sliding his hips. Ianto sucked messily, blinking and trying to adjust to the push of Jack's cock in his mouth, swallowing and trying to remember what he liked best - he hadn't done this in a long time.
He didn't seem to be that bad at it though, with Jack muttering, "Oh, Ianto, oh yeah," and giving him shorter, sharper thrusts after a few accommodating seconds.
Ianto abandoned all attempts at finesse and concentrated on breathing. He could picture himself, red-faced and flustered and *worshiping* Jack's cock, sweating and rumpled, his suit in disarray. No wonder Jack loved it. He must look every bit the boss's toyboy, on his knees swallowing his cock - and he found that he loved it too, Jack's hands in his hair, Jack tipping his head back and taking in huge shuddering gulps of air and then giving great heartfelt *sighs* of pleasure, sometimes carrying faint gasps of Ianto's name.
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Re: Torchwood, Jack/Ianto first time
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